#but it got out of hand there was a containment breach and it was spreading everywhere

[ultramantr1gger]

wit this original story im making like. splatoon if it was evil

[florasvenus]

My Sweet Little Demon

Pairing : So’Lek x Na’vi (Avatar) Female!Reader

Warnings : Smut, Sexual/ Explicit Contents, Slight Fluff, Posessive attitude, So’lek and reader in Love, p in v Slight agressive behaviour, swearing and that should be it.

A/ N : Hello Everyone! I hope you’ll like this story. I originally come from AO3. Mostly surfing on there, but I decided to take a look here and found the vibe pretty nice. I decided to write this So’lek fic because I obviously got obsessed with him and I guess not having the game contributed to it even more for some reason? Plus I am very obsessed with Neteyam too as I just watched the movie again, so it all restarted lol. I hope I'll be forming a nice community here. For now this will be it. Smooch 💕💙

Index : Tawtute = Human/ SkyPerson | Nga yawne lu oer = I love you

Nga yawne lu oer...

Nga yawne lu oer~

You pronounce together, looking profoundly in eachothers irises. Each of them a pure yellow color. Dark pupils dancing in the golden sky. So’lek kisses with lust the slight swell of your stomach, slowling traiking up to suck on one of your hardened nipples. He quits it with a small pop, the humid glaze of left on it making them more enticing than they already were. He sits up on his heels, after your long make out session. As he leans back, his erected cock bobs and twitches in anticipation. Without any shame you glide the flat of your hand over his torso, down his abs until you grab his throbbing dick showing a delightful bead of pre-cum. You slowly caress him and he lets his head fall back, locks danfling down, waving down at his round ass contracting in need. With a swallow he recovers and adjust himself, ready to enter your beautiful flower.

So’lek pierces the breach of your dripping entrance with a low growl. Gritting his teeth to the point of grinding, he lets out a jerky breath at the sight of his pretty tawtute spread out for him beneath his thick, masculine frame. He tightens his grip around your thighs, whitening his knuckles even more, and spreads your legs with surprising grace, considering everything about him radiates strength, endurance and certainly not softness. He looks at you with hooded eyes and a snarl is blown to your nose, contrasting the care he's been laying on you since you both started to make out in the lushious Pandoran greens.

You’d been such a brat. Such a fucking bitch, with your human lips, pouring endless words of nonsense. Such a tawtute manner, he thinks bitterly, though he couldn’t contain how much he loved this about you. And this was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Your vivid mind never ceased to impress himself, as he always believed humans had a weak and poor thinking brain. But this was not true for you. You were able of so much introspection and impressive deductions that you couldn't stop yourself from talking during the whole day, yet with wisdom. You had this way of speaking every thought. As beautiful as it was, it could seriously piss him off after a long day amongst the clan warriors. And today was one of these, were the strenght of his nerves weren't enough to mirror your sense of verbal connection, but just enough to pound the attitude out of you.

Sky Demon oh so delicate and gracious, that it was able to break the stiff wall of his long lasting beliefs. Sky Demon, oh so pure hearted, made him fucking feel what love was and felt the ground crumble under his feet since the day he met you. Sky Demon, oh so sincere and kind, able to knock the most harsh feelings he always felt towards any of your kind out of his lungs. And Sky Demon, so unbelievably true to herself, made him drool at the curious idea of how such a being could ressemble to one of his kind. You truly were the person proving him wrong on the fact that it wasn't your source, your race nor your home that should make you an enemy. But it was the hearts of those rejecting Eywas truth that had to be feared and chased.

As you were learning him to see the world through a different way and less darkened eyes without changing his aspects. He himself, showed you how much you deserved to be loved, even how far down you fell and how unalive you used to feel. Originally from earth, you arrived on Pandora by the mission to seek out new ways of life. Finding a way to save humanity without any harm. You then were attributed to your own avatar. Everything was fine until, the higher people, controlling the plan, lost their mind and you decided to flee into the forest and then you met So’lek. Luckily you had found a way to transfer your soul for good in your blue grand form and said goodbye to your human form without any regret, as you never felt any glimmer living this life of human roots. This amplified by the days you had the chance to live amongst them, as the tsahik saw something true and pure in your soul.

Back on earth, the world is destroyed and getting the chance to leave for Pandora, was like the four petal clove found in the endless pain field. A gift from the universe you never awaited and in distress needed. You smile everyday at this chaotic story and at how it somehow worked and shaped into the most beautiful story to share, with quite the amusing anecdotes. Like you loved to and it was utmost crazy to see that maybe yes. The universe always had a plan for you, by the way such uncompatible puzzle pieces still locked into place together. Or by the way two completely different souls managed to pull together easely. In the end, the only language is still love. And it will be the hymn of the universe forever.

His warm calloused and soothing palms craddle the little fat of your legs, calming your racing heart as he tries to penetrate deeper and deeper into your intimate warmth. Your labias spread evenly as his dick slides in you with difficulty. You two weren't having intercourses for long so it was only normal as you in addition were very tight to begin with. You're so damn tight, he thinks. But he regrets his thoughts, feeling how good your walls kiss the skin of his member. So tight, that he could even feel the rythmic beat of his heart down there. Deep pulse gaining speed with each second passed and as the most carnal needs grow. He sighs erotically, stopping his way inside for a second and taking his time admiring you. Everything in you radiates light and Love and he now couldn't even dare to imagine living without you. When he first met you, he had this irrepressible urge to cut of off your devil hands. Five fingers, the art of destruction, but today as knowing who you were inside, he only wants them to be feeled on evey inch of his skin.

Reaching down to hold one of your hands up, he put your small finger into his hot mouth, sucking on it hard while humming unintelligible sounds. Praising this part of you today was something important. Maybe was it out of guilt, but it wasn't something to ignore at how it just fueled desire powerfully by just a small actions as simple as this. The way it delivered trust and love around the air, was a drunk dizzying feeling. But you both loved to feel succumbed under such circumstances.

You look up in awe, squirming at his bold chest glistening with sweat and at the way his pecs contract with each fast inhale. As you move you can feel the resistance in your core, jolting at the way it sends electricity to your heart and you mewl at the way his warm tongue swirls around your slender petite finger. The rough surface of his tongue momentarely stops as you clench down on him, only to fully decontract yourself and finally letting his way easely in. Exactly how he planned to. You were so putty under his touch and he loved this. Loved to feel so masculine and viril in such a tender and yet feminine moment.

You moan, body wriggling at the size of his member resuming his ascencion down your belly, slowly forming a bulge without struggle. Given his posture, it's never been strange that he'd come away with such a large, long size and length. But as always, theory surpasses reality. And right now, it's the practitioner who's got the upper hand. An expert in the art, So’lek revels in your face as it contracts in innocent pleasure, and despite your pain, the oh so delectable stretch of his greatness evokes a sensation of intense well-being.

His voice breaks the silence only punctuated by heavy breaths. Pronounced accent and long vocal chords, and so on low growl, expressing their intention.

Look at you.... My beautiful Tawtute~ So ready and wet for me... He breathes in emotion with a smile while whispering just below your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sweet spot, before lapping at it like a starving man. You shiver, cold spikes travelling down your spine in an addicting way. Mouth long release of its favorite finger, he still caresses it with his own and pins it down just over your head, vanishing into the dark chocolate hair of yours splayed into the humid ground into a captivating canvas.

He enters slowly, letting your body adjust bit by bit. The vein of his dick slides through the membrane of your throbbing hole until it is stopped by the bump of your cervix. You moan in unison, ragged breaths escaping your luscious lips, coated with a thin film of saliva. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your mouth falling open as he maintains a steady rhythm. So'lek slides out of you, then gently in, testing the waters again and again. But as soon as your walls get wetter and the desired slick accumulates at the base of his stiffness, he begins a merciless rhythm that frees never heard harsh sounds from your mouth, vibrating on your tongue rarely, with each thrusts.

He lifts your hips, embracing the bulge of your bottom, and the new angle forces a long, desperate whimper out of him. The whole scene would have been obscene, between the dry tumults of his pubic bone slapping the soft down of your pussy and the grumbles escaping So’leks throat, it’s more than a mystery. Only you can bring him to do that. Be so free of his emotional restrains and that's what makes this moment so profound. And this is exactly what makes him angry too. Fortunately, you're hidden in a rocky alcove near a river that blocks out any auditory vibrations. And the headwaters of the waterfall muffle the voluminous muses of your companion, lost in an almost animal trance.

Your arms are now limp, framing your lulling face, enamoured with an expression of aggressively delicious pleasure. Your cheeks blaze with a new colour, a bright red, growing in intensity as the knot in the pit of your stomach becomes more and more oh so fucking good tensed. Noxiously more.

So’lek rises to his knees, lifting his bottom up, this new position much more within reach of an intoxicating act. Sinking deeper into the sweet warmth that has become a necessity at this stage of your shared passions, you can feel your body bounce with each stroke. Only your bobbing shoulder blades are connected to the sacred humid soil. Only witness next to the curious lifting leaves.

This goes on for minutes until the familiar sensation of orgasm approaches. Your face contorts in shock, letting out a melodious gasp as it arrives, and in a desperate gesture you reach out your arms, searching in vain for something to cling on, your eyes closed. Your upper limbs fall back onto the sumptuous floral carpet with a flat thud, convulsing with pleasure as the overstimulated nerves finally relax with a well-placed dip. Your first orgasm is like a firework exploding on your erect bud. Your second cuts you off from all air, arriving like an uncontrolled tsunami, and the last. Oh, the last one. You see it coming, but as it shoots its first gusts into the centre, it develops into a veritable firestorm. Burns your being up to the depths of your core, embrace you to the tips of your toes.

You see white as the last exhilarating breeze fades and you whine at the overstimulation. So’lek is still chasing his climax, frustrating shouts echoing off the stone walls that clatter in the suffocating atmosphere. All his muscles tense, his cock throbs and his balls contract unbelievably close to his crotch. He gives it all until the pulsation of his member points its knowing pump and in one last stroke he glues your two pelvises flush together and empties his seed directly into your womb, staying there.

You both semi-giggle in a transe, lost in your sensations. You feel his warm seed fill you to the brim, finally able to take a complete breath, whilst he lets his head fall down, groaning at the amazing way to claim you, that his to fuck you dumb until his cum paints your leaking walls.

Missions accomplished. You are exhausted, eyes fluttering in a way to try and keep them open. Long lashes shadowing the little of sight you are able to get. Wanting to watch the beauty of this man after he'd use you and worshipped you whole. Soul to Mind, to Body, to Spirit, to every inch of Life living inside of you. This always leads him in a charming sweet way to be and there is no way you'd miss it. To bad, turns out he fucked you too good. Now you can't even open your eyes the way you should...

You awake the second he pulls out though and exhale an annnoyed complain. He chuckles as he heavily lays down next to you, wrapping his big arms around your sweating body, trailing them along your curves and enjoying the after care time. So’lek loves to relish in the smell and sensitive skin of yours. Damp and buttery from the effort, your scent is stronger making the world around him satisfyingly disappear even more.

You sigh, happy to have him near you for once. It isn't often you get the time to succumb to your wants and it feels good when you can. You nuzzle your cheek against his, shiny orbs waiting for his owns to connect with. And when they do, your heart swells with love. So’lek can be seemed as a brute and careless man for the simple by walkers, as he is very dominant looking. But in truth he's the teddiest of all Teddy Bears. He smiles, showing off his sharp fangs, and cups your jaw with attention.

He prepars to lean in and kiss you, but the movement of your lips stop him. Look at you... My beautiful Na’vi~ You reflect his previous words with playfulness, ears flicking and fluttering. So ready and wet for me... You joke by reusing his words, looking down at his blue and oh so tempting lips. With a groan, he looks up unimpressed. You just can't stop youself and talk nonsense, do you, he thinks. He smiles at the thought, though he would never admit, that it is you, with you never ending blabber, that got him out of solitude.

You let him lean in and as he devours your mouth again, holding your neck, he lingers there until both of you are out of air for a second time.

Now. If you want to be this bratty again... He pauses and grins. What if I show the consequences of it? Again~

You cup his growing naked bulge and smirk. He gasps, amazed at how you caught his words and the implying behind them so rapidly.

Oh... I would love to. My beloved Teddy Bear~

©️ FlorasVenus

[eyrina-avatar]

Kinktober

prompts: #4 spanking and #12 fingering.

pairing: adult neteyam x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut. proofread once

Having been the pretty little brat you were, you found yourself in a new position.

Neteyam was seated on the edge of the cot with his feet touching the cloth floor of the tent while you were face down with your ass across his lap as he toyed with the hem of your loincloth.

“Did you really think that being an impatient little brat was gonna get you anywhere?” you hissed as Neteyam smacked his hand on your bottom.

“How’s being horny and desperate in front of the clan members working out for you now sweetheart?” Another slap and you yelped as your ass turned purple with his imprint.

“Bet you won’t be doing that again, right? Next time I tell you to wait a bit, you wait. You don’t continue making a big show in front of the other men. Got it?”

Smack!

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you.” Neteyam grabbed your face by your chin as he squeezed your mouth open.

“G- got it…” you barely made out as he struck your bottom again, causing you to squirm in your spot.

“Got it, huh? That’s what you said last time and look at you now with your pretty little ass getting punished because of your behavior. Just can’t help it can you?” Smack!

“Mmm…” you let out a low moan in bliss as your ass hovered across Neteyam’s thighs. You stretched yourself a bit and lifted your bottom, giving it a little wiggle in front of his face.

“I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much, princess.” He raised his eyebrows at you before giving a light chuckle.

Placing his palm on your rear, Neteyam gave it a nice squeeze before massaging any sore spots from the spanking.

His fingers trailed around the hem of your loincloth and down to your core, moving the cloth to one side as he rubbed his fingers on your clit.

"Fuck..." you whined out as his fingers quickened their pace before slowing down again.

"Let's get this out of the way first, huh?" Neteyam's hands worked on the hem of your loincloth and he slid it down to your ankles, yanking it off and throwing it to the other side of the tent.

"Much better" he let out a light chuckle before licking his lips at the sight of your sobbing pussy. Neteyam brought his fingers to your core and massaged it up and down, a finger breaching the opening of your hole as the others toyed with your clit.

"Ah... ah" you let out small whimpers but tried to contain yourself from making too much noise. Closing your eyes, you grabbed hold of the edge of the cot as Neteyam dug his fingers inside of you.

"Enjoying that?" Neteyam smirked, seeing your blissful state. "You're already all wet. Look at you, such a mess." He shakes his head as he pulls out his finger and reinserts two more along with the first.

"Oh my god..." you barely make out before biting your lip as his fingers start pumping in and out of you. Quickening his pace, he holds your legs down in place by your knees with his free hand and hits the inside of your walls using the other.

He thrusts his fingers inside of you, angling them to hit your spot. Thrusting in and out, you can't help but clench around him, making his fingers dig around in the process.

"Nete..." you moan out.

"What is it, love. Too much?" Concerned, Neteyam pauses for a second.

"No, hurry up." You grab his hand from behind and place it back on your core. "Faster, babe."

"I swear, you're too much..." he shakes his head with a small chuckle before getting back to work on you.

Neteyam inserts his fingers again and works at a quickened pace, making sure to use his thumb on your bundle of nerves. He moves his fingers around while inside of you and pulls them in and out. Using his other arm, he lifts you up from under your bottom, giving your ass a nice lift for him to easily work on.

Continuously pumping his fingers inside of you, you start to feel a warmth growing in your lower belly and it eventually spreads to your core as you feel a knot growing.

"I think... I think I'm close" you grab Neteyam's arm to stabilize yourself.

"Yea, I can tell. You're practically suffocating my fingers," He grins a bit.

"Nete, I- I..." you can't help but squirm and move back and forth as your high approaches.

"...you're gonna come?" Neteyam finishes your sentence and you shake your head in return. "Don't worry, go ahead." His fingers start hitting your g-spot repeatedly and it makes your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open.

"Nghh... fuck! I'm gonna- I'm... I'm..." Your orgasm hits you and your juices squirt out, legs shaking violently in the process as Neteyam doesn't stop thrusting his fingers inside of you.

"Ahh.. ha..ha" you can't help but clench and squirm while your knuckles turn a pale blue from grabbing the cot so hard.

As your orgasm finally dies down, you let your body drop on top of your mate. Exhausted, you stay laying down as you try to catch your breath.

"Not too bad of a punishment, huh?" Neteyam gives your ass a light spank as he chuckles.

"I guess not..." you let out a small giggle as neteyam lifts you up and places your back on the cot. Laying down, he wraps his arms around you as he places a small kiss on your lips.

"We'll get you cleaned up later. No use in doing it now if you'll just get dirty again later."

"Dirty? Dirty from what" You raise your eyebrow at him.

"From your round two of course, but this time I get to have some fun as well." He smirked at you.

"Neteyam!"

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@justonesadlonelymoth @skywonder

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© eyrina-avatar

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[phoenix--flying]

✨️zombie au✨️ @spitsonyou1 @oopsies-i-did-a-thing

The virus was genetically engineered by Zeus and Athena for population control

It was originally a fully contained and controlled virus only administered by Olympian officials who then took meticulous care to ensure it didn't spread

A small containment breach found that Zeus' children, Thalia and Jason, were immune to the virus, which urged him to run a few tests on the elder of the two to pinpoint which gene they carried that gave them the immunity, unsuccessfully

Meanwhile, Alabaster was subjected to countless tests from his father in order to engineer his own immunity/cure

This was believed unsuccessful until Olympian headquarters were breached and the public was exposed to the virus which spread like wildfire, leaving very few untouched

Without access to the true virus, his father was forced to run hypothetical tests until the breach when he got his hands on an infected, the experiments continued on until the infected got loose and killed him

The infected ended up biting Alabaster a few times, which led him to finding out that his fathers experiments were successful and he was immune

[itsscromp]

If I lose you…

At this rate when it comes to me and @callofdudes and the ideas we make, we should start our own duo writing blog lol 🤣🤣 but enjoy our amazing idea that we cooked a long time ago this is based on the fan theory that went around. Warnings: canon-typical violence, zombie stuff, gore and death. Word count:1.1K

You and Ghost were tasked to head over to ground zero where the infection began and clear out any remaining infected before one has the potential to breach the containment zone and spread across to the nearby towns, they were already struggling alone with the waves of infected that come and go.

"Masks on" Ghost said as you two then hopped out of the helo and headed in. Your heart was beating a mile a minute heading inside the infected zone, the fight or flight really kicking in. Ghost then saw your anxiety and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder looking at you. "Stick with me and I'll keep you safe. I promise" He looked at you with such sincerity in your eyes. "Ok..."

The mission was progressing smoothly until a swarm of infected came after you when you accidentally kicked a metal can on the ground, Forced to defend yourselves, you both opened fire at the swarm which unfortunately attracted more infected. As Ghost continued to fire at the swarm, he didn't consider that one would lunge behind him and bite into his neck. Screaming out in pain, you turned around and saw him "GHOST !!!" You shouted as you pulled out your knife and stabbed the infected in the head. You got him up and began to run out of the swarm, tossing a decoy grenade to distract them.

Once out of the containment zone, you tried to recon Bravo-0. "Bravo-0 this is sergeant y/n, we need evac and medical, over" You tried to remain calm as you awaited back only to be met with static. "Bravo-0 this is y/n, we need evac, over" Met with static again. "Fuck !!"

Ghost grew scared by the minute, he was infected, and he was going to turn into them. fuck fuck fuck !!

He then looked around and then saw a boulder nearby... If he turned... he would go to bite you... He didn't want to hurt you, his best friend. So he picked up the boulder.

You were busy continuing to recon price over and over only to be met with more static, but that was interrupted when you heard a loud crunch and a grunt of pain. You turned around to see the stone in his hand... and his jaw dislocated. "What did you do !!!" You rushed over to him inspecting the injury, All he could muster was to gurgle in pain.

Fuck, you needed to find shelter to be able to signal for help and treat Ghost as well. Getting him up, making sure he is comfortable, you begin to head deeper into the woods, finding an abandoned cabin, it'll do for now. You entered inside gently placing Ghost down and starting a fire. You could see how much distress he was in. You gently took his hand and gently squeezed it, his skin was freezing cold. "We're gonna fix you buddy... I promise"

The next morning, you woke to see Ghost still awake, his skin now paler and his eyes pure white... The infection was progressing in his system. But his humanity maintained as he saw you, reaching out for you. You went over and took his hand and gently squeezed it. He didn't want to leave your warmth... It made him feel safe in this dark time. Then you heard his stomach started to growl. He was hungry.

"I'll... I'll go get something for you to eat ok..." You started to get up, only for him to grunt, trying to keep you with him, please don't leave me.

"I promise I'll be back.." You gently squeezed his hand and left, keeping him near the fire so he could remain warm.

You went outside and went to go and find any source of food. Looking high and low, until you found a deer carcass, you could bring it back and use the meat from it... it could work. So dragging it back to the cabin, you set up a bonfire outside and began to skin the deer to cut out the meat. As you began to cook it, Simon could smell something, It wasn't the meat... It was the discarded organs of the deer. it smelt... delicious.

He crawled over and then began to eat the organs, blood smearing all over his face. As you cooked the meat, you heard the squelching noises from Simon... Looking up you were slightly horrified by seeing it. But he looked up at you with the familiar humanity in his eyes. Maybe... he has the symptoms... but he's still there... As he finished his food and you began to eat yours, you saw the blood smeared all over his face. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up buddy..." You brought him inside and then poured some water from your water bottle onto a cloth, beginning to gently wash his face from the smeared blood... You saw him watch you throughout, his white eyes piercing through you, then came a gurgle from his mouth.... "Y/n...." He gurgled your name... Making you begin to tear up. "I promise... I'm gonna fix this... I promise"

Over the coming days, you continued to do the same routine, finding food, bringing it back, and trying to contact Price or the others. Simon's condition slowly worsened by the days, his skin beginning to decay, and even his jaw was too.

But one day, when you came back from looking for food, you noticed as you got in. Simon wasn't in sight.

"Simon..." You looked around, soon hearing a low growling sound coming from the corner of the room. "Simon is that you..." You slowly walked towards the noise, turning on your flashlight and seeing him, staring into the corner. Your fight or flight modes kick into high gear. "What are you looking at..." You walked closer but then accidentally kicked a couple of bullets on the ground, turning around, you could see it... He was gone... The infection took over as he growled louder.

"Simon... don't make me do it..." You reached for your side arm and pulled it out slowly as he rose from the floor and began to waddle to you. Clicking your gun you prepared for anything...

He stopped for a bit, You hoped that humanity would come back to him before he then began to charge at you. You didn't think until you heard the bang from your sidearm. Then came a thud before you looked down. You shot Simon... Seeing the blood pool around your boots. Fuck... you killed your best friend...

Dropping the sidearm, you frantically cornered yourself as you began to sob. You killed him, you promised you would fix him. You couldn't live with this guilt that you carried, not even when they finally found you and took you back to base. You couldn't live knowing the knowledge that you killed your best friend...

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[luimnigh]

I honestly would like to see a Marvel Zombies story that's not beholden to the idea of "we want to see all the Marvel characters as Zombies".

Like, what would a zombie outbreak in the Marvel universe actually look like?

If it's your typical zombie virus, spread through bites, then there should be a bunch of characters either outright immune or conditionally immune to it.

Like, there's people with healing factors that canonically protect them from all disease. The Wolverine family, Hulk, Deadpool.

Then there's the outright invulnerable, with impenetrable skin, like Luke Cage, Carol Danvers, and ironically the Sentry. If bullets can't break their skin, neither should teeth.

There's also the temporarily invulnerable, like Colossus, Emma Frost, and Kitty Pryde. So long as they keep their powers up, they can't be bit.

And like, until someone strong enough to bite through Titanium gets infected, Iron Man, War Machine and Ironheart should be relatively safe.

So don't fudge the powers. Let those guys play out like they normally should. The situation is still fully capable of getting utterly fucked.

What happens if a Psychic gets infected? A powerful magic user? Pym Particles and Superspeed were already spotlighted as two powers you don't want ending up on the Zombies' side in previous stories, as they breach any form of containment fast. What others powers would be devasting in the hands of the undead?

And who are the wildcard survivors? Which heroes are perfectly set up for this specific situation, when they may have been minor players before? Which villains could prove integral to winning the day?

I'd love to see the premise done differently to what we got.

[incubationanddelivery]

Ian sat on the edge of one of the natural springs below the castle, a lukewarm one because that was all he was allowed, because hotter was bad for the baby. Concern about the baby, thinking about the baby, talking about the baby… it had taken over his life.

Even more than that, it had taken over his body.

He'd always been pleased with his figure- slim but masculine, with a small chest and a flat ass. A body that was easily seen as masculine even when he wore makeup. His lover had removed most of the mirrors in the castle months ago when he'd first started to show to keep Ian from obsessively studying his body. Ian had to admit it was probably for the best, but…

It meant that moments like now, when he was caught off-guard by his reflection in a frozen surface, Ian could barely recognize himself. The body in the mirror was no longer so carelessly masculine. Ian was moving his hands and touching himself, watching his reflection move, just to convince himself this was really him. Of course he knew he'd grown, he could see his belly, he could feel the weight when he stood up and waddled around the lair, but this was something else.

The body Ian saw in the mirror wasn't just feminine but some kind of fertility goddess. His hair had grown out, and fell over his shoulders in soft waves, framing a much rounder face. His cheeks were round as moons and there was no trace of a jaw line in them, though a second chin hung below it. His whole body was soft with at least an inch or two of fat. 

Two fat, heavy breasts hung from his chest, partly resting on top of his belly, partly hanging down to the sides. Where he sat, his hips spread wide across the edge of the bathing pond, and he thought about how he'd felt the sides of the doorway brush them this morning as he walked through. Sure, the path down ot the hot spring caves was one of the narrowest halls in the castle, but the thought excited him regardless. He was almost too big for halls. His thighs were so thick that he could only waddle when he walked. 

And none of that accounted for his belly. The pale dome filled his lap when he sat and got in the way when he stood, sticking out so far in front of him that there seemed to be no shirt that could contain it. It felt like the only part of his body he was still familiar with because he couldn't avoid it. It was constantly in his line of sight, his hands rubbing it whenever he wasn't actively doing something else, and if he stopped thinking about it for any amount of time it seemed he was bumping into something. 

Ian slid the rest of the way into the bathing pool. He felt his body float, his belly breaching the surface of the water. He tried to imagine what would happen after the baby was born. There was no way his body would return to the way he'd been before. No, he'd lost all control over himself months ago. He had to face it. His body was meant for this, had responded like it was just waiting for an excuse to swell up. 

Judging by the way he'd seen his lover watching him as he grew, he had a good guess what would come next. His first pregnancy had been an accident, but the second one would not be. 

[lycansprites]

infodump the sweet tooth au pretty please

HI sorry Ive been trying to answer this for days literally but Tumblr is allergic to copy and pasting

Im assuming this is in response to my post about the Marvel x DC x Sweet Tooth AU that me n my boyfriend and best friend are working on bc I haven't publicly posted about any of my actual S2TH AUs 🤸‍♂️

SO reminder Im putting on all of my posts about it, this is by nature a no-powers AU. Vigilantes and heroes do not traditionally exist here but we do keep some of that heirarchy and structure we see from it.

Also, a lot of these thoughts are my own and not concrete yet because my AU partners are still watching the show (as opposed to me having watched it twice over now) so things are subject to change hehe

Our version of the world probably is a little fundamentally different in that once the Sick breaches all of the continents in modern day, it's actually a LOT slower to spread at first. This means that it didn't really hit globally, it kind of grew behind the scenes- as did hybrid birth. We know from the show that if you contain the Sick you contain hybrid birth (more or less) so the hybrids that were born in the early days were taken away from their parents and disappeared. The general public didn't know about this but some people began to catch on.

Enter: Justice League (Avengers?)

A group of adults who noticed the appearance and subsequent disappearance of hybrid babies, which also leads to learning about a literal doomsday virus growing steadily without the government warning the people. Most of them are higher up, government or scientists or parents of hybrid kids themselves. The Justice League are the ones who begin researching and doing detective work and overall just working towards both saving hybrids and finding a cure for the Sick.

They bring news of the virus to the public (or, depending what we figure out for the Marvel side, it could be the Avengers team that really takes it to the news) and things spiral from there. The further the Sick spreads and the faster it does, the more hybrids are born worldwide and the Government can no longer keep it secret. And hybrid disappearances are not only noticed, but prevalent. This much doesn't actually change from the show.

Enter: Teen Titans

Kids / Teens, most of them connected to their mentors or parents of the Justice League. These guys are frustrated with how hands off the League is approaching hybrid disappearances and take matters into their own hands. Imagine sort of like the Animal Army, working on the ground to free hybrids, except its a little earlier into the spread of the Sick; either right before or right after the Great Crumble. Some of them get cut off from their parents/guardians when they realize theyve been stealing their findings / research in order to go after bases keeping hybrids.

Enter: Young Justice

This is where the last born humans and the first few years of hybrids begin to mix. This is well after the Great Crumble now; we've got humans and hybrids that the Teen Titans rescued, or that the Justice League helped to keep safe, that aren't willing to live life in solitude or on the run. They're kinda like a more chaotic Animal Army except literally, animal. Theyre brash and ignorant and a little quick to jump the gun and run into situations head first but somehow they haven't died yet!

And that's. Kinda really all I've got so far besides the specifics on which characters are hybrids and which aren't. We haven't really explored where Marvel or X-Men come into play which is Ironic considering the AU started as an AU of Zenith and I's Marvel and X-Men crossover au thing. Thats mostly because we're waiting for everyone to know the whole story / finish the show first so we can properly discuss and share ideas!!

[catflowerqueen]

Based on the consequences of today’s SAMS episode, as shown on Roxy and Gregory’s channel, it looks like Lord Monty’s situation isn’t all that unique. It makes a certain amount of sense, but it also makes me wonder if the circumstances are the endgame for all universes, for only those universes where someone made a Newton Star, or if this is just another semi-unique scenario. It also makes me slightly worried that, if it is the first or second case, the SAMS universe’s ultimate guardian for the end will be Trashcan Guy. Not that it would really affect any of our favorite characters by that point, since they would be long gone, but I am a little worried that if he got any more powerful, he would manage to breach containment and spread some sort of chaos into other universes.

Anyways, him aside—I get the feeling that the reason the last of the other inhabitants ended up getting sucked into the hungry storm is because that particular Eclipse shoved them off himself. What I’m thinking happened in that particular universe between the siblings is that Eclipse tried to actually take Lunar’s powers when he, as Lunar said, “tried to touch it,” and when he failed he became worried that Lunar might try and retaliate, which is why he was pretending to be so damaged and basically non-sentient. We already know Lunar is canny and gets underestimated a lot by various Eclipses—especially since they outright told Gregory they knew Eclipse was lying—so I am pretty sure that Lunar was aware of what Eclipse was actually attempting to do, and the reasons they’re letting Eclipse think he’s getting away with lying is two-fold.

Firstly is the whole boredom thing. Eclipse is literally Lunar’s only other form of entertainment and companionship, so even if he isn’t being lively or acting sentient, Lunar lets him get away with it because as long as Eclipse just pretends, then Lunar can also pretend and not have to actually retaliate and get rid of him.

Secondly, it acts as its own weird little form of punishment. Since Eclipse doesn’t know Lunar as well as he claims, he has no idea that Lunar is really unlikely to get rid of him. But since he doesn’t know, his own paranoia means that he restricts himself to being subservient, thus limiting his own potential and making him frantic and unhappy. In essence? It means Lunar gets to watch him squirm and be forced to do whatever Lunar wants—with the caveat that there will be many an instance of him intentionally failing or “misinterpreting” what Lunar wants—and Lunar doesn’t even have to dirty their hands, because all of it is self-inflicted.

Of course, that’s all just speculation. Still, I think it’s fairly reasonable. And in any case, it was interesting to see the two’s dynamic at play.

It just saddens me that Gregory never got to meet his universe’s Lunar. And reminds me that only Sun and Monty really remember them at all. Sun did seem a little sad when Gregory brought him up, though, which is bittersweet in its own way.

As to the SAMS side of the episodes… it just highlights once again how Moon is very much a protective teacher at his core. He was doing his best to help Gregory understand, in a way that would also keep everyone safe. And he did try to mitigate the damage by warning Sun to keep Gregory out of the ball pit. Before, once again, shouldering the majority of the blame for things going wrong. Because unless he was already around a computer when Gregory came in, I’m not entirely sure when he would have had the time to actually close the portal until he went to get the snacks. I mean, sure he could have gone while Sun was talking to him, but then he got pulled into the conversation as well. And if they were just going to be talking the entire time, then there wasn’t really much danger—especially given how freaked out Gregory was, and the way he was keeping his distance, considering that they were between him and the ball pit. Not to mention that Sun pretty much just immediately ignored Moon’s warning.

He definitely had a point either way about Roxanne having made some extremely questionable parenting decisions lately, though. And that’s even if we put aside the whole issue of the ghosts.

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Snow Day, Foundation Style

Rabbit notices 053 is bored and lonely. So she does something about it. She gets some help along the way. And contemplates commiting a Keter Breach in the name of happy memories. Fluff.

After talking my big brother out of a rampage, I got to thinking. I was, in fact, so lost in thought I walked right into 343.

"Oh, uh... sorry. My fault. I was kinda woolgathering as my Nan says. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Agent Rabbit. Perhaps if you tell me what's on your mind, I can help you."

"I was thinking of 053, the Young Girl. Poor kid is stuck behind glass like a goldfish. No way to grow up, and definitely not what her dad would want. There's so much she's going to miss out on, and I feel terrible for her. I bet she never even got to play in snow. No pets, not even a goldfish. Friends? None her own age. I gotta try something, but... what do I do here?"

"999 will gladly assist you, and I know he's just about finished his rounds in the Safe Wing. Why not ask him to come with you to visit her? As for a normal childhood, while it's not possible to give her all of the typical experiences... I have an idea on one thing. Gather some appropriate winter attire for your new young friend. I think I can arrange something. Meet me outside 053's containment unit. And bundle up. Your dearest Doctor would never forgive me if you caught a cold."

"Especially since he just caught his first one in I'm guessing a long time. Noted. I think I know where this is headed. Are we going to be in trouble, and how much hot chocolate will we need after?"

"None, and I'll handle the hot chocolate. You, 999, and 053 have a snow day."

"She's gonna love this. I wish I could tell Watch, he'd love the idea." I say my goodbye, and gather supplies. I didn't need to search far for 999, he was squelching toward me down the hallway.

"C'mon, Little Dude, we got a little girl to go cheer up. Hold on, I don't want you getting cold." I pop a cute little green knit cap on 999, add a scarf. He looks adorable. "You good? Right. Now we meet 343 outside 053's unit. Not sure exactly what the plan is, but there's hot chocolate. Let's spread some joy." Happy gurgles and squelching.

When we arrive to meet 343, he's not alone. Nope, to my surprise... 073 himself is bundled up, ready for snow day.

"Hi. Everybody's here, 343... let Operation Snow Day begin. Uh, it might be wise to have Rabbit and 999 go in first, we don't want to scare her."

"Hi. Good idea, Cain. Ready, Little Dude? Time to make memories." We go in.

Poor kid has her nose in her crayons and paper, but looks sad as anything. Can't have that. I set the stuff on her bed, turn around and say hello.

"Hi. I'm Rabbit. This is 999, the Tickle Monster. Would you like to come play in the snow for a while, with us, 343, and 073? I brought you some snow gear, and our little buddy here is all set. I promise there will be hot chocolate and everything."

"Can we bring 682?" I have a sudden vision of D-Class orange in my future if I give in. Still... tempting.

"Maybe next time. Let's get you ready. Snow's cold, so we bundle up." I help her into snowpants, heavy jacket, and mittens. 999 picks up a hot pink hat with a bobble on top, and places it on her head. She giggles.

I poke my head out of 053's unit. "All set. Ready, 343?" He nods. We lead the Young Girl out. 343 waves his hand, and we're all on a snowy hillside. There's a few sleds piled up. Cain grabs one, sets it down. I set 053 in front, 999 hops on back. And we spend the afternoon sledding. I don't care if I wind up on Keter Duty for three years over this stunt. Watching 053 get to be a typical kid for once is worth it. Eventually, we're all convinced to take 053 on a slide each. I swear, Cain's having more fun than anyone.

At the end of the day, 053 is on Cain's shoulders while we walk back. Both of them have ginormous grins. We're greeted by 343 and the siren scent of the hot chocolate. We head back in, and I help 053 with her now soaked snow gear. Hot chocolate is passed out, and afterward... 053 fell asleep with her head on 999. I tuck her into bed, 999 gives her a squishy kiss on the head, and we head out. I hug my partners in crime. 073 is blushing a bit. Huh. He's kinda adorable when embarrassed.

"Okay. That was a lot of fun, but we probably shouldn't try that again. That being said... thanks. I don't think she'll ever forget this, you know."

"It was worth the risk. Besides, 343 could just convince everyone it never happened."

"Good point. Still, if I don't get to see you again for a while, it was a lot of fun."

"I think I'll be looking in on 053 more often. I'm growing fond of her. And you're not in trouble. I'll make sure. So will 073. Not a word about this from us."

"Thank you. So... when's the next field trip?"

[dzthenerd490]

File: X-files S1 E8 Ice

SCP#: AAQ

Code Name: Murder Parasites

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: The four samples of SCP-AAQ are kept in separate biohazard canisters and stored within a small biohazard box. The box is kept in a freezer at Site-AC within the Level 2 area of the Biohazard Labs. Any testing with SCP-AAQ must be approved by at least one Level 3 Foundation staff member. 

In the event of a containment breach SCP-AAQ is not to be moved from its location. Instead, the motion detection explosive on the freezer containing SCP-AAQ and other dangerous pathogens stored in there, will be activated. the explosive will only be turned off AFTER it’s confirmed the containment breach has been completely delt with. 

Description: SCP-AAQ is a parasitic worm like organism capable of infecting the host and filling them with hyper aggression, paranoia, increased survival instincts, and random murderous impulses. SCP-AAQ attaches itself to the posterior cervical area of the spine. Attaching to the spine allows the worm to feed on the numerous chemicals of the brain including acetylcholine, which regulates aggression and improves memory. 

SCP-AAQ is anomalous in behavior, in that it has no desire for infection and reproduction like a normal parasite, only self-preservation. Should two SCP-AAQ instances exist in the same body they will kill one another so that the survivor gets the host. Though more often than not this just leads to the complete annihilation of both instances. Ironically, this shows that the best cure to SCP-AAQ infection is to simply become infected with another and have the two kill each other. However, none of this is to say that SCP-AAQ is not infectious, the blood of the host is typically filled with thousands of SCP-AAQ eggs, naturally leading to exposed wound and blood infection.

Any vertebrate can be infected by SCP-AAQ, but humans have proven the most dangerous hosts as they are excellent at hiding their infection due to still retaining human intelligence along with the heightened aggression and paranoia. Surprisingly SCP-AAQ can survive and even thrive in sub-zero temperatures being able to breed and infect faster in such a state, how this is possible is unknown. Testing has shown that unfortunately hot temperatures do nothing to weaken the parasite, though like all living things it hates fire. Its anomalous properties as well as DNA testing has led to the theory that SCP-AAQ is of extraterrestrial origin and thus is why its biology and behavior doesn't match any parasite found on earth.

SCP-AAQ was discovered in 1993, when a research outpost at [data expunged], Alaska went radio silent after strange reports of violence. Due to the environment and high possibility of danger Mobile Task Force Delta-14 “Winter Wonderland” was deployed. However, upon infiltration they encountered Persons of Interest: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Please see Addendum X-14 for details.

***

Addendum X-14

The following is a recording of the four MTF Deta-14 units as they enter the outpost after being transported by a MFWF-13 "Mammoth". All Delta 14 units are armed with temperature nullification suits, bullet-proof armor over it, and Foundation assault rifles, with sample containment cases.

Recording Begins

D1: Alright! Entering the outpost now! Move! Move! Move!

Delta-14 units storm the interior finding all the lights out and no one in sight. D1 through D4 spread out to check the area faster, upon doing so D3 stumbles upon Person of Interest: Fox Mulder standing over a corpse. there is also Person of Interest: Dana Scully and two other civilians.

D3: Shit! All of you, hands up right now!

Dr. Hodge: its him! Shoot him! He's infected!

Agent Mulder: No, I'm not infected! It was one of them that killed him!

D3: All of you shut the fuck up! D1 this is D3, come in! I got multiple civilians here and a dead body. Possibly caused by the anomaly!

D1: Copy that D3, heading your way now.

All four Delta-14 units enter the room and order Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and the two other civilians to go to the other side of the room. D2 the medic goes over to the body to examine him.

D2: This was a murder, not an anomaly.

Dr. Hodge: Yes, it was Mulder that killed him, shoot him before he kills us.

D4: shut up idiot!

D3: He's not wrong thought it was definitely one of them. Though we have no idea which it was.

D1: We don't have time for a murder mystery, we need to find the anomaly.

Dr. Hodge: I'm telling you Mulder's infected! Kill him!

Agent Mulder: It was one of you! you must have killed him!

D1: All of you shut up! I don't want to hear another word... wait, did you say Mulder?

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully look at one another before Fox Mulder addresses the Delta-14 units.

Agent Mulder: Yeah, that's me, Fox Mulder.

D1: Shit, keep these idiots here, I need to make a call.

D2 and D4 raise their rifles at the four to keep them still while D1 exist the room.

D1: Command this is D1, we got Person of Interest: Fox Mulder here, please advise.

Command: Copy that D1, Fox Mulder is not to be harmed in any way due to his possible connections to Group of Interest: The Syndicate. Additionally, if he has a red-haired woman with him that is Person of Interest: Dana Scully. Ensure that Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not encounter the anomaly in any way.

D1: Copy that command, D1 out.

D1 then returns to the room.

D1: Alright, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, I need you both to come with me.

Dr. Hodge: Wait no listen to me he's infected!

D4: How many times do we have to tell you to shut the fuck up?!

Dr. Hodge: God man it you damn FBI agents knew about this didn't you! These military guys are your buddies and they're here to get you out while you cover it all up! Damn all of you!

D4: I said shut up!

D4 hits the Dr. Hodge in the stomach with the butt of his rifle, however upon doing so Dr. Da Silva starts screaming erratically and lunges on him. She attempts to steal his gun, but he easily pushes her off. She tries to get back up but D4 shoots her in the head killing her instantly.

D4: Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with that bitch!

D3: Ugh, what the hell is that?

SCP-AAQ can be seen wiggling out of Dr. Da Silva's forehead where D4 shot her, it thrashes around. Until D2 grabs it with some tweezers, then places it in a containment capsule and into his containment case.

D2: I'm guessing this was the anomaly.

D3: A worm that makes people go berserk? That's new.

Dr. Hodge: you killed her... you killed her without hesitation you fucking monster...

D4: Oh my god shut up! She was trying to kill me, and in case you didn't notice she had a fucking worm in her head!

D2: Uh guys, how do we know they aren't infected?

Agent Scully: We're not, if we were then we would be showing signs of aggression and paranoia by now.

Dr. Hodge: You fucking murders... the government covers up everything with murder...

D4: ... This guy is definingly acting pretty weird.

Agent Mulder: No he's not infected it was only one person who was infected, he couldn't be infected.

Dr. Hodge: Your infected! I know your infected, you have to be!

D4: Better safe than sorry.

D4 then shoots Dr. Hodges in the head, killing him instantly. Dana Scully is horrified by the sight while Fox Mulder remains silent.

D1: Alright that's enough killing. Look around for any other samples and let's get the hell out of here.

Recording Ends

After a few blunders, the Delta-14 units contained samples from the corpses and an infected dog found later. Afterwards Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were escorted out of the outpost and to the nearest airport. After being dropped off, Fox Mulder tried to get answers out of the Delta-14 units, but they ignored his every question and left the area in as fast as they could. Foundation agents disguised as flight attendants boarded the same plane as Fox Mulder and Dana Scully to drug them with Class G Amnestics. The drugs worked on Dana Scully but were of minimal effect on Fox Mulder. This has raised his Watch List level from 2 to 3. 

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[2kiran]

❝ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 ❞ ♱ JUJUTSU KAISEN.

⸝⸝ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ‹ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐓. 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 ! ⁺ ˖ pervert! jjk men.

✶ featuring. nanami kento. fushiguro toji. kamo choso.

␥ streaming. angels in tibet by amaarae.

✶ contains. top male reader. self indulgence. taller! reader. boxer stealing. pillow humping. stalking-ish. size kink. obsession. overstimulation. voice kink. dumbification. rough sex. marking.

NANAMI KENTO

let’s be honest. he’d be the most ‘normal one’.

he’s the man you’d least expect to sneak into your room the second you’re gone to inhale the scent of you—that’s coming right off your used boxers.

it’s gross, fucking disgusting, but KENTO can’t help it. fuck, you looked too cute in your sleep. dreaming of who-knows-what, but he knows that it’s far from innocent when he caught the sight of your cum.

god, KENTO sometimes really wishes that he could be the replacement to your underwear. the one you’d cum inside of—yeah, he’s fucked up and apparently it’s your fault.

he has memorized the sound of your footsteps. when he hears you coming (he wished you were), he immediately rushes out without a trace. taking your boxers with him.

but one day, you finally catch him. this time, KENTO won’t run. being away from you is something he can’t dream of.

“kento?” he’s got a hand on his cock and your favorite underwear to his nose. his eyes are wide and a blush is spread across his cheeks, he knows it’s wrong and just not him, yet he cums right when his name slips from your pretty lips.

if you decide to finally fuck him, he’s crumbling. fuck his brains out, his stress melting away the moment your tip breaches his hole. a few thrusts and he already can’t think anymore, only thing inside of his dumb, fucked out brain is the way you hit his prostate just right.

when KENTO cums, he cums hard. he finishes quite quickly, so go easy on him. he can definitely get overstimulated and don’t blame him for becoming a bit of a masochist.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

it’s the small gestures you offer him that drew TOJI to you.

you simply offered to carry one of the items he was carrying and he’s biting the inside of his cheek to weakly prevent his imagination from running wild.

he’s still got a sliver of shame. completely in denial even though there’s a bulge in his pants when you merely stand close to him.

your height makes him feel small. he’s tall himself, but he doesn’t complain when he has to cast his gaze upwards just to look into your eyes.

and he doesn’t complain as you finally bend him over this stupid desk.

“mm..ngggh—yes, oh shit, fuuuuck, b..baby,” he whines, head tuck under his elbow. the edge of the furniture is practically stabbing his stomach, but your cock is filling him up so well that he can barely register the pain digging into his skin. you’re hitting that spot, his eyes rolling back when you bite down on him.

TOJI almost laughs when you think you’ve been too rough. worrying about the marks you’ve left on his scarred body. you’re so cute.

he’s loud when you fuck him. letting you hear every moan as his sounds make you fully aware of how good he’s feeling. the fact that he managed to have your cock inside of him is shocking.

how you treat him as a human, not some machine. you seem like a giant compared to him and yet you’re kind. kinder than anyone he’s ever met and how do you expect that he doesn’t want you to fuck him?

you’re strong. you can obviously carry him against the wall as you bully your dick into him without much of a struggle.

“hey,” TOJI calls, his deep voice poking your dazed out state. “yeah..?” he turns to face you, looking at you dead in the eye. “wanna fuck me against a—” he tries, “no.”

please indulge in him. he might just lose his mind.

KAMO CHOSO

please be kind to him. or don’t. he’s jerking off to you either way.

it’s not his fault he’s obvious. you’re crazy; what do you mean he’s done nothing but stare at you for the past hour?

CHOSO’s so fucking whiny. you might want to tape his mouth shut. don’t ask him why he retreats after an interaction with you, and you better not ask him why his pillow is so wet.

he’s humping his pillow while trying to recreate your voice in his head. you sound so good, the small cracks as you speak to him then trying to cover it up just makes his dick twitch.

not-so proud whimperer. he’s obviously embarrassed. his cock against the plushness of the item can’t compare to your hand. it’s so soft, yet your finger teasing the shaft would be much better.

forgive him as he bashfully crowds you against the wall, begging for you to fuck him because he can’t take it anymore. his fingers can’t do the work for him and he sure ain’t hell using anything or anyone else.

“gaah—hmmf!” CHOSO gasps, hand grasping the mattress beneath him. “please.. harder, i want you haa—h..arder.” he’s pretty when he pleads for you to go harsher, rougher. his hole clenches around you, like it doesn’t want you to pull out.

don’t make fun of him as he’s completely out of it, slightly panicking because he thinks you got him pregnant.

⋆₊+ honorable knight. @Unfunnyjest. @mag-ma. @cloudintheway. masterlist.

[chthonicrose]

Find the words

@xslytherclawx-writes has tagged me in a MEME, words are "mother", "life", and "heart"

let's see what that turns up in the scrivener project that contains my entire oeuvre

I actually have quite a few files that contain all three, let's see which has them near each other

well. okay. my only option where they're all near each other is a random original fairy tale I wrote. SURE WHY NOT.

Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a far-off land. She was bright and gay and loved best to laugh. She had beautiful waves of gleaming chestnut hair, and her shoulders were broad and her hands were strong. All the kingdom admired her beauty and said to each other that they were very lucky to have such a fine princess. She loved to ride and hunt with her father's courtiers as well as she loved to sit among her own and sew, working elaborate patterns of embroidery on the linens for her dower chest. She had learned when she was very young to keep a cheerful heart in the face of all that confronted her, and also to make known her own will, for it was by chance that a mistake had been made at the birth of this princess, and they had thought her a prince for many years, until she was grown enough to enlighten the court as to the truth. Because her mother was a wise and good queen, she saw to it immediately that her daughter was gowned as befitting a princess, and a proclamation was made that any who called the princess improperly would be fined not less than five florins, and as much as twenty guineas, depending on their wealth, or they could work for a day in the kitchens that fed the poor. Her father the king, though, worried for her marriage, because while she sat in the sun and laughed, most of the princes and princesses of an age with his daughter had been wed, and there were few left from which she could choose. "Daughter mine," the king said, "I love you better than the sun, for you light my life far more than it ever could, and I wish only to know that you will be happy after I am gone. To be a monarch alone is a hard thing, and I would be glad indeed if you would wed and have someone to stand by your side and hold you strong."

for an actually fanfic option, two separate bits of one of my attempts at writing a MGIT fic

I am not prone to dreaming myself into video games, nor have I ever lucid dreamed in my life, and I despised stories where people nearly got themselves killed by assuming real things were dreams, so the only reasonable conclusion was that I had fallen out of the Fade at the Conclave and was now the Herald of Andraste. Or would be, once I stopped the Breach from growing. Fuck me, there were a LOT of demons between me and the Breach. And a bridge collapse. I mean, video game characters can be on a bridge that explodes under them and just stand back up, but I had sensitive motherfucking joints, I'd never be able to walk again. [...] As suddenly as it had begun, it went back to nothing but a strange buzz. I slumped there, panting, and wondered if that was what the Cruciatus Curse felt like. No wonder the Longbottoms went mad. Enough pain, and there's no room for anything else. Cassandra knelt before me. "Each time the Breach expands, your mark spreads, and it is killing you." Right. Not Hogwarts. Haven. Thedas. Breach. Funny, Cassandra sounded almost like she cared. Probably shouldn't say that. She was prickly. Like a porcupine. Not like Fenris, though. Not angsty or Tevinter. Can read. Less likely to pull your heart out of your chest and let you look at it. I seemed to be somewhat punch-drunk, presumably from all the endorphins my body had let off to deal with that pain. Or something. Just because I'd passed eighth grade biology (lo these many years ago) didn't mean I really understood how human bodies worked. Come to think of it, this was not actually a human body anyway. Did Vashoth have different hormones and things? "It may be the key to stopping this, but there isn't much time."

man that's a long paragraph.

[scaryphilosopherlady]

You know what’s killing me?

Scott Smajor’s total failure to practice correct lab safety while wearing a biohazard suit.

Like, the fact that everyone else doesn’t wear biohazard suits is fine, it’s just that when you’re actually trying not to be contaminated/contaminate your area, it’s horrifying to watch someone fail so completely.

So let’s talk about where Scott goes wrong, and what he can do to improve his containment game.

The first mistake Scott makes is getting changed in his closet. That’s not necessarily an issue at the moment, it’s just not correct procedure.

The next thing Scott does is fill in the lava with dirt, digs up all of the dirt, and lays dirt back down. It’s hard to tell if this breaches any containment procedures, seeing as I can’t tell if the dirt Scott places back down is the same dirt he dug up, but if it is, Scott’s effectively done nothing. Any gardener will tell you that you need to get weeds out by the root, or else the whole plant will grow back. With an area as large as that crop field, it would be difficult to be sure that there is no Corruption in that soil. Scott also makes no effort to segregate the contaminated soil from other soil he might use later.

It’s what Scott does next, though, that is truly horrifying. He goes back into the area he is trying to keep uncontaminated with the hazmat suit still on. There will be spores or seeds and sap all over that hazmat suit, and he’s just walking it into a clean zone.

Then he takes off his hazmat suit in a closet. There is no way that he’s going to avoid touching that Corruption debris all over his hazmat suit in a closet that’s as big as he is. Also, he doesn’t have anywhere to wash his hands, which is a huge no-no in lab safety.

Last, he goes over to another Corrupted area, no hazmat suit on, all I hope this Corruption has hitherto unknown no airborne aspect. You know what would be fun? Voiding the entire reason I put on that hazmat suit in the first place and handling the Corruption with my bare hands as I put it into a box! 

Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Scott Smajor?

He didn’t even put any contaminated soil in there, so if he didn’t just place it back down, he is going to place it back down eventually. If he didn’t segregate the contaminated and non-contaminated soil, it’s going to be pretty much impossible to tell what dirt is corrupted and what dirt is not, so if he uses any of his dirt, Scott risks spreading the corruption for Xornoth. 

Alright, so now that we’ve gone over all of the ways Scott killed me in that episode, let’s look at solutions to his lab safety problems!

First, we’re going to go over a new setup to maintain cleanliness. Scott’s going to need to build an outbuilding for his transition from hazmat to royal robes in order to do it safely. Given that he’s not in the real world, there’s actually not much that he needs to do while transitioning into hazmat gear, just change his skin. However, for the transition out of hazmat gear, Scott’s going to need to have at least three rooms: one to wash off the suit while he’s in it, one to wash his hands and tools (I didn’t mention tools earlier, but they’re a huge contamination issue as well), and the other to change out of his suit.

To set up the suitwash room, Scott’s going to need, like, some holy water from Aeor. He’ll need to set up a shower using this holy water in order to get any leftover Corruption off of his hazmat suit.

For the toolwash room, Scott’s going to need a handwashing station. For this, he’ll want more holy water to put in a sink. He’ll need to clean any tools he used during his cleaning session in the sink, including the elytra if he had them on at any time. After that, he’ll need to wash his hands again to make sure that there is no lingering Corruption from the tools.

He can just change out of his hazmat suit after that. It’s fine.

There are also a couple of rules Scott will need to keep in mind while working with the Corruption. First, keep materials contaminated by Corruption separate from materials that are not contaminated. Second, be sure to handle Corrupted materials only while wearing a hazmat suit, even during disposal. Third, if elytra usage becomes necessary, fly over corrupted areas as much as is possible, as air currents may dislodge seeds or spores, which is to be avoided over noncontaminated lands.

Second, we’re going to need to deal with the damage done already by the failure to observe lab safety rules.

Scott’s going to have to put all of his dirt in the Corruption containment chest. Even if most of it was never Corrupted, the dirt’s proximity to Corrupted dirt makes all of it suspect. If having to get rid of all of his dirt seems harsh, maybe he should have followed lab safety rules to begin with.

Scott’s also going to have to get another bucket or two of holy water from Aeor and use it where he walked in his hazmat suit and also everywhere he could have used his tools that he doesn’t want contaminated. When he’s done with the washing, he’s going to need to put the water in his closet and leave it there for a bit in order to deep clean the area. After Scott’s done that, he’ll need to dispose of the water, as it is now suspect, but he can’t put it with the rest of his Corrupted materials, as it would be bad if Xornoth got ahold of some of Aeor’s power.

TL;DR: Scott please. You’ve endangered yourself and your people with your failure to observe lab safety rules.

[giant-sketches]

Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!!  You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

[sanflowerseeds]

They Do It With Mirrors

Genre: PWP, Smut

Pairing: Choi San x Fem!reader, surprise appearance by Jung Wooyoung

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex, slight anal play

Synopsis: Whenever you visit San at the company building you both end up going at it in a variety of innapropriate places. Today is no different. Bent at the waist, face pressed against the practice room mirror, you watch your warm breath fogging up the reflecting surface as San brings you apart piece by piece.

Here’s the thing. You rarely visit San at the company building, but the few times you do, more often than not, it ends with you both getting frisky somewhere inappropriate. 

Like that one time he sat you on the long table in one of the meeting rooms and fucked you silly. You had your legs wrapped around his waist, two of his fingers in your mouth keeping your tongue busy and your moans restricted to quiet whimpers. 

Or when you had him silently begging you to let him come, fingers tangled in your hair while you took your sweet time sucking him off in the gym room.

Likewise, today you find yourself bent down, face and chest up against the practice room mirror as you watch your hot, ragged breaths fog the reflecting surface. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your soaked panties are down, twisted and forgotten around your ankles. San is glued to your back while his skillful fingers play with your clit in tight circular motions, deliberately building up your pleasure. 

He's been teasing you for what feels like hours, even though it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. At this point you are soaked, deliciously aching, you can feel the rush of blood in your veins. You are just so needy it is like you are about to burn up from inside out. 

It stopped surprising you long ago how effortlessly San can get you wet for him. Maybe it's the heated look in his eyes, blown-out pupils holding the promise of driving you wild, or the way his soft lips mold into yours, coaxing your tongue to follow his lead. Most of all, his husky voice, heavy with want and dripping desire as he spills sugar-coated obscenities in your ear.

"Good things come to those who wait," San teases before he licks the sweat off the side of your neck. "Lucky for you, I'm not feeling very patient today, either."

Thank God! If being honest, you don't know for how much longer you can take this sweet torture. When San grabs onto your hair, pulling your face up so you can stare at your own reflection, you need to use your hands to brace yourself against the mirror in order to find any sort of balance.

"Look at yourself, baby. So desperate and eager," his voice was viciously teasing. "I want you to see what you look like when I'm working you up, making you feel so good," he says. 

With no further warning his fingers trace away from your clit, his middle finger gently finding its way into you from behind. It causes your eyes to close shut and a restrained moan to form on your lips. At the same time, you feel a harsh tug to your scalp followed by a hissed demand by your ear.

"I told you to watch." San’s voice was stoic, grave, in a manner you rarely heard from him. It was not a request. There is no way you can stop the shudder running down your body, dissipating in a pleasant, expectant warmth all the way to the tip of your fingers and toes. 

So you watch with half-lidded eyes the blush on your cheeks and the redness of your parted lips. The burning need you have for him stamped on your face as San fingers you at a slow and steady pace, his darkened eyes transfixed by your image and the smallest changes he can see on your features as he does his best to make you come apart. He doesn’t have to try too hard to get you to succumb to him, really.

San’s ring finger joins the first one, his strokes precise as his thumb circles your other entrance in a light caress. You gasp, surprised, your legs turning weak at the silent promise of something more. He pushes in a little, not even enough to breach the tight muscle, chuckling at your frustrated whine. 

"We can play like that some other time, beautiful." San breathes out, full lips brushing against your sweaty temple in a messy kiss. There is a sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing when he pulls back and brings his fingers up to wrap his lips around them. Count on him to make a spectacle of licking them clean as if lapping at the sweetest of nectars while humming in delight.

He licks into your mouth, your neck twisted at an awkward angle guided by his hand still wrapped in your hair, but all that matters is tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is feverish, frantic. If not for you being on the brink of insanity, you’d be perfectly content to just stay like this. 

Kissing San is on the top of your “favorite things to do” list. He kisses with hunger and intent, his kisses talk of devotion and adoration. They make you lightheaded, euphoric. You are pretty sure you will never have any need for drugs because San is enough to keep you addicted.

"You're delicious," he says. The sudden weight in San's voice doesn't go unnoticed and your body's reaction is immediate, tightening the coil in your lower stomach, electricity running like pinpricks under your skin. 

There is warmth where San is rutting against your asscheek, a thin trail of precum the evidence of his arousal. You feel the loosening pull on your scalp, your head falling forward as San’s hand runs down your neck, in between your shoulders, fingers trailing your spine until he can grip at your hips. 

He uses his other hand to guide himself, running the tip of his cock along your slit, spreading your wetness and making goosebumps rise on your skin in anticipation. He is probing, provoking, but still not giving you what you desperately want from him.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he growls lowly. You can tell by his labored breathing just how worked up he also is. 

A slight smirk graces your lips at the thought you are the one causing his sweet demise. 

"I want it all. I want everything you have to give me." With your eyes focused on his through the mirror, you lick your lips in a clear invitation, your voice not faltering a bit. “Ruin me, San.”

Giving San the power to do whatever he wants to you made you feel powerful too. Yes, you were under him, at his mercy and will, but you gave him that, you allowed it. He can be the one calling the shots right now, but inevitably you are the one that’s got him wrapped around your fingers. The rush of adrenaline at the thought goes straight into your core, making you pulse, waiting for his next move.

The groan that leaves San’s throat while he slowly but steadily enters you is enough proof of the effect you have on him.

San doesn’t give you much time to adjust. Once completely sheathed inside he pulls almost all the way back, thrusting in again at a lazy, appreciative pace. He knows very well how much you enjoy the feeling of his cock dragging against your clenching walls. He knows how to build you up just to bring you crashing down in the most exhilarating way. There is not a doubt you will crash and burn for him, over and over, if it means he never stops making you feel like this.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up his rhythm, making it hard for you to contain a breathy moan when you stare at the mirror, getting lost in his reflection once again. There are beads of sweat gathering on his hairline, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The tip of his tongue is peeking between his parted lips, giving him a boyish yet sinful appearance.

He catches your gaze and brings a hand up to run it through his hair, pushing back the sweaty locks while winking at you playfully. You are about to roll your eyes at his silly - but effective - teasing, but instead, you roll them in pleasure when there is a shift in angle as San leans in to lick and leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck. The faint scrape of his teeth on your skin makes you arch your back. When he bites down on your heated flesh, you cry out in a shameless whine.

“I'm so close baby,” San’s breath is warm and damp when his husky voice reaches your ear. “Cum with me.”

His left hand is on your hips, nails digging half-crescent marks where they grip, guiding and pushing you back on his cock. With his right arm wrapped around your waist, his hand comes down between your legs to play with your clit as his thrusts become increasingly more eager. 

Everything is hot,sweaty and sticky, San’s broad frame pushing your upper-body flat against the mirror. You can feel the pull in your stomach getting tighter, tighter, until it finally breaks and you are coming with a high pitched moan that sounds too loud when it echoes on the walls of the empty room. San’s fingers still move in slow circles on your, by now, extra sensitive clit, waiting for you to ride out the intense waves of pleasure and the only lingering feeling to be pure bliss.

Not a second later, you feel his body tense up and the sudden emptiness leaves you breathless when San pulls out, stroking his cock in quick movements until he’s also coming, staining the back of your thighs in a decadent painting he can’t stop staring at.

The weight of San’s forehead touching between your shoulder blades is comforting and welcomed while he rests for a few seconds until his breathing is back to a more steady pace. Silently, he strips out of his damp t-shirt, using the soft fabric to diligently help you clean up.

“I have a spare one in my bag,” he smiles sheepishly, dimples and all, quickly intervening when you’re about to complain and stop his actions.

Defeated by the beautiful upturn of his lips, you let him dote on you for a couple of minutes before pulling your underwear up, adjusting your clothes and turning in his arms to fully lodge yourself into his embrace. You kiss him again, tongue licking into his mouth unhurriedly, simply enjoying the proximity of your bodies, one hand tangled in his dark locks and the other running softly over his bare chest. San is handsome like this, disheveled and pliant under your touch.

There’s a knock on the door and before you can pull away from each other, a mop of dark hair peeks in, a pair of lively brown eyes taking in the room before finally landing on you and San. 

Caught out of guard, but definitely amused by the situation, Wooyoung stares at both of you for a minute, a knowing smile on his face when he finally speaks. “Will you two ever stop fucking on company’s premises?” 

Staring right back at his best friend, San doesn’t miss one beat. “No,” he says matter of factly, laying a soft kiss to the top of your head. His hands are warm where they rest idly on your waist, holding you close. 

You let out a muffled laugh at your boyfriend’s bluntness from where you’re hiding your face in the crook of his neck. In all honesty, the fact that Wooyoung has been aware of your escapades all along is incredibly hot.

Against your best judgment, you lean back a little and throw a quick glance at San that has him nodding as a sly smirk takes over his lips. You are glad he was quick in getting the hint and ready to play along. 

“Why, Wooyoung? Interested in joining next time?” you say, turning around to face him and sending a small, sultry wink his way as San takes the opportunity to kiss the side of your neck, eyes never leaving Wooyoung.

Wooyung worries at his bottom lip, a small crease appearing in the space between his eyebrows as if pondering about the offer for a while. By now, he’s leaning against the door frame and you spare a moment to take in his form: arms crossed in front of his chest, muscles bulging just the right way under his t-shirt, a slim waist, black skinny jeans doing nothing at all to hide the curve of his hips or the thickness of his thighs. Wooyoung was enticing in completely different ways from San and there’s no denying the attraction and heavy sexual tension permeating the air around the three of you right now. 

The change in Wooyoung’s features is clear, and San notices the mischievous glint in his eyes and daunting tongue wetting his lips at the same time you do. The rush of excitement and anticipation in your veins is almost instant, making you unconsciously grind back against San, earning yourself a low moan in your ear and fingers in a tighter grip over your hips. 

Wooyoung smiles, cocky, he knows the effect he has on others and knows perfectly well how to use it to his advantage. When he speaks, it is full of confidence, with no room for second thoughts or any doubts.

“Gladly.”

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Hi~ It’s been a while! How are you all doing?

Hope you  enjoyed your steamy, sexy reading ;D Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read it. This one was a wip for so long I’m glad I finally got the motivation to finish it. As usual, any comments or feedback is greatly appreciated, or if you just want to talk and ramble about other things don’t feel shy. My ask is always open!